Because you have "skills", I will kick it up a notch around here. If ya like.

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 25011952

I have nothing in this world but impeccability.

Turn it up as high as the machine allows you. It's all good.

The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.

Because you have "skills", I will kick it up a notch around here. If ya like.

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 25011952

I have nothing in this world but impeccability.

Turn it up as high as the machine allows you. It's all good.

Quoting: Jonny Blaze

By the way jonny. The machine, exist only in your mind. I do do not exist. Only as a reflection of your thoughts. Synchronization can be artificially produced..

the notch is entirely up to you.

Some are instruments. Some are in the audience watching the show, applauding as they are moved in emotion and some are conductors.

But there is always a few critic's righting/ writing rave reviews.

Which are you?

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 25011952

hah. If you were a reflection then the question you ask is rhetorical.

“An average man thinks that indulging in doubts and tribulations is the sign of sensitivity, spirituality. The truth of the matter is that the average man is the farthest thing imaginable from being sensitive. His puny reason deliberately makes itself into a monster or a saint, but it is truthfully too little for such a big monster or saint mold.”

The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.

Stop the world and lay a hand on your adversary. Feel his fragile body.

Then roll your eyes and walk away; turning your back on him. Then we can talk about impeccability.

The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.